Heaven Talisman

0When Mu Yi woke up again, there were a lot of stars outside the window. At this moment, Mu Yi felt refreshed and didn't feel dizzy anymore, he closed his eyes and tried to sense his surroundings. Suddenly, Mu Yi felt that his sensitivity became a lot stronger, at the same time, Mu Yi felt that the Spirit Power had increased a little, although only a little.    

    

When he thought back to the afternoon, he wanted to control the pages to flip over. In the end, he felt dizzy and the Spirit Power was exhausted, but this time, he did not feel tired at all. Instead, he felt full of energy, and the Spirit Power had increased as well.    

    

A guess appeared in Mu Yi's heart, "Could it be that every time the Spirit Power overdraft itself, it would naturally recover afterwards, and at the same time, its original number of Spirit Power increased.    

    

Mu Yi felt that this was very possible. Although his whole body felt dizzy and uncomfortable when the Spirit Power was exhausted, Mu Yi still felt that it was necessary to cultivate this Spirit Power. This was his trump card in the future, so he had to grit his teeth and persevere.    

    

He had just woken up and was feeling refreshed. He wasn't sleepy at all.    

    

The large maple leaf tree in the yard was enveloped in a faint halo under the white tiger's glow. The cold winds of late autumn do not blow with the capital.    

    

"After familiarizing myself with the second move of the Eight Extremes Fist, I will continue to practice the third move." Mu Yi pushed open the door and walked to the open space in the yard.    

    

The second move was not only to train the fist, but also to focus on training the mind. He had to do it as he pleased, regardless of whether it was in practice or using a person to fight, he had to lead with intent, attacking and defending while retreating. The process of swallowing and exhaling, the movements, everything was done under the guidance of his consciousness.    

    

"Creak, creak." Make a fist. Mu Yi, who was standing on the open ground in the courtyard, threw out a punch that was like a meteor hammer, and he could only hear: Bang, it's constantly hitting the air, constantly taking steps, and constantly accompanying his body as he walked in the middle of the courtyard. At this moment, Mu Yi, who was swimming around, suddenly stopped in front of a wooden stake, and a punch that contained a terrifying power smashed into the wooden stake.    

    

"Whew ~ ~"    

    

"It looks like I've pretty much finished practicing the second fist art. Next is the third fist art." He let out a deep breath. Mu Yi said.    

    

Just think and do it. According to the description in the Eight Extremes Fist. Mu Yi waved his hands, and his hands turned into Fist Shadow s that covered the sky.    

    

"Peng, peng, peng ~" Only the sound of Peng Peng could be heard. At this time, Mu Yi suddenly stopped. A breeze blew past, dispersing the mist that had been surrounding Mu Yi's body.    

    

Right now, when he was practicing the third move of the Eight Extremes Fist, he always felt that his grasp was not very good. Although his strength had a strong explosive effect, which was much stronger than the second move, Mu Yi felt that he could still do it better, feeling that he could not grasp it well, and could not coordinate his body better, and could still display the power of the third move.    

    

The third move of the Eight Extremes Fist's will was: Comprehension by Intent.    

    

The boxing style of the Eight Extremes Fist, Fist Arts, required the inner three combined with the outer three groups to move, coordinating with breathing, exhaling and inhaling, going in and out, moving freely, circulating the qi around the body, strength reaching four limbs. Can do: aware, angry, hand, foot. Mu Yi followed the cultivation path on the Fist Arts and once again started cultivating.    

    

"Hah!"    

    

Mu Yi shouted loudly and threw out a punch along the way, only to see a faint white light appear on Mu Yi's fist. When the fist came in contact with the air, a sound of wind breaking came from the void, and facing this sound of wind breaking, Mu Yi once again punched. But when this punch was thrown out, the power of that punch was completely gone.    

    

"What's going on?" Mu Yi retracted his fist as the scene of the punch just now appeared in his mind. The power of the punch was much stronger than the previous one, what was the reason behind it? It was because the moves he grasped just now were perfect.    

    

Mu Yi was really at a loss for words. He clearly practiced according to the Fist Arts, but the result was different from what was written in the book. The martial arts manual was like this, the more powerful the Fist Arts was, the more difficult it was to cultivate, and that was the problem Mu Yi was facing right now.    

    

"Let's use actual action to find the answer." Since he couldn't figure it out, then he shouldn't think about it. Theoretical knowledge was often not fully explained. There were many things that needed to be verified through practical actions before the user would be able to understand them.    

    

Mu Yi punched again along the way just now, but the punch was still not as powerful as it should have been. However, Mu Yi didn't care about that at all. He just focused on punching and waving his fist again and again.    

    

Once.    

    

Twice.    

    

Three times.    

    

"..."    

    

30 times.    

    

Just like that, Mu Yi continued to evolve the Fist Arts. At the beginning, Mu Yi was still a little unfamiliar with the third move, sometimes, the moves were not that good, but since it was the first time, these questions were obvious.    

    

Mu Yi was like a machine that did not stop even after beating for 30 times. Suddenly, a faint white light appeared on Mu Yi's fist just now, the power of this punch was surprisingly great, it was even stronger than the previous punch, the fist kept emitting spirit energy, a tyrannical fist intent was released, at the same time, a powerful Dark Force covered the fist, it was circling around the fist like a whirlpool.    

    

Mu Yi was like a machine that did not stop even after beating for 30 times. Suddenly, a faint white light appeared on Mu Yi's fist just now, the power of this punch was surprisingly great, it was even stronger than the previous punch, the fist kept emitting spirit energy, a tyrannical fist intent was released, at the same time, a powerful Dark Force covered the fist, it was circling around the fist like a whirlpool.    

    

"It seems like I've found the trick." Mu Yi controlled his own elemental energy to a certain speed and brought out a certain amount to fight. It was only then did he realize that he would need a fixed amount of elemental energy to be able to unleash its power, and if it exceeded or weakened, then it would not be able to match the power that the Fist Arts should have.    

    

The more Mu Yi fought, the more he went with the flow, and then a few times Mu Yi's fists were already in place, his fists continuously spun around the Dark Force, training it out. Mu Yi was also very happy, when the two fought, the Dark Force would not be able to see through it on the surface, but when it fought with the opponent, the Dark Force would secretly sneak into the opponent's body, and it would have an unexpected effect. This caused the opponent to be flustered. This side allowed him to have the absolute advantage.    

    

Indeed, the person who wrote this book did not know how to describe these things, because everyone's Sword Essence Energy quantity was different. Maybe one person wanted to give one third of their Sword Essence Energy to practice this set of Fist Arts, but the other person would only need a quarter of it.    

    

It was only until now that Mu Yi started to feel a sense of exhaustion. In the past, when he practiced the first move of the Eight Extremes Fist, he did not feel tired at all, but the more he trained, the more tired he would feel.    

    

However, on the path of cultivation, where would there be a smooth journey, where would one not experience hardships, where would one not experience a storm, where would one be able to see a rainbow, and experience the thrill of success? Mu Yi, on the other hand, had a deep understanding of this.    

    

Mu Yi controlled his elemental energy and naturally threw out a punch. He did not stop there, punches after punches, the sound of winds breaking could be heard incessantly. Each punch was extremely powerful, and with a complete set of Fist Arts hitting down, Mu Yi finally stopped punching.    

    

"Looks like I have already mastered the basics of the second fist strike. What's next is to become more familiar with it and comprehend the Fist Arts thoroughly to form the foundation for the next move." Mu Yi thought at this moment.    

    

He immersed his consciousness into the Pubic Region, sensing the condition of the Pubic Region. At this time, the Pubic Region's spirit energy was already sparse, leaving behind a thin layer of mist that could not be seen, and the Stone Symbol that had been motionless all this time was quietly floating within the Pubic Region.    

    

This also made Mu Yi, who had been worried, feel relieved. If this Stone Symbol sucked like a whale, then he would no longer be able to raise his cultivation level, but now, Mu Yi was relieved.    

    

Mu Yi also discovered that this Stone Symbol was very mysterious, he had always wanted to find out the true nature of this Stone Symbol, and this Eight Extremes Fist was something that this Stone Symbol brought to his brain.    

    

He hoped that the Stone Symbol would have some sort of reaction, but Mu Yi always ended up with a failure. Although he had tried many times, at this time, Mu Yi was conscious of the fact that the Pubic Region's elemental energy was wrapped around the Stone Symbol, but the Stone Symbol was still unmoved by the elemental energy. Floating within the Pubic Region, it emitted a faint green light.    

    

At this moment, Mu Yi was mentally prepared for failure, but in the end, he failed. Unavoidably, there were traces of disappointment in his heart.    

    

"I've used all the necessary methods, sigh." Mu Yi thought.    

    

"Sigh. Forget it, let's just watch and let nature take its course. "    

    

"No, that's not right. There is one other method that I have yet to try." Mu Yi suddenly remembered, wasn't he a Spirit Power when he was training? This kind of mysterious power that only Spirit Master could possess, might actually work. Thinking of this, Mu Yi, who was disappointed by the failure before, had hope burning in his heart once again. If this method still didn't work, then he really had no other choice. He could only let nature take its course and resign himself to fate. At this moment, Mu Yi thought of something.    

    

This was Mu Yi's habit of training all the time!    

    

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